My December

My December

and to think i ws worrying ovr wht i wud do ths summer..

the suggestions (not mine..my plans hv a bleak future now *stares into the distance*) so far are: attend classes that i don't need to (dun ask..people are weird.remind me to ask her why she's taking the summer off if she wnts to sit thru it neways), hang out at univ when i don't hv to (same girl *sigh* some ppl hv NO life and they hv to inform the world abt it too..me i like to keep it quiet *grin*), take self-defense classes with a friend, go swimming with friends, go to gym with friends, outings, buying stuff for the wedding, more blah that i refuse to print here (talking for hours and hours can definitely turn ur brain  to mush)..and tht's all while being in kaghaan.and when im in khi i hv to be at dance rehearsals.admittedly im damn good at juggling things and doing evrything at once but not while being in different cities!!

here's something i wrote last december.the reason stuff like ths is finding its way here is tht its losing its important.

maybe i just dun understand some things.there are some things i just can't believe, even if they happen close to me.i tried and i failed.i wish i knew how to forget.

my writing..it changes with my feelings.not abnormal..but still new to me.its like i hv all these different personalities, all clashing with each othr.the sense wins over the heart most days, the joy ovr the hurt..but sometimes its just gloss..and only i know..but i doubt evn tht somedays..

perhaps i'm heading for disaster quite unknowingly..trusting i will be free while accepting tht i will not.but i digress frm my purpose as i write in riddles..thoughts as they come.the best kind and the worst.and it will nevr end.